I LIKE MY LOVERS INCOMPREHENSIBLE

[tone: seductive, decadent, dangerous, surreal, playful, unexpectedly tender] [effects: reversed breath, impossible harmonics, subtle time displacement, spectral resonance] [PHASE I — SOMETHING IN THE DARK] [immediate fretless bass, Rhodes and brushed groove] [Prophet — low, intrigued] I was taking the long way home. Then the darkness moved against itself. Something enormous turned its attention toward me. Suddenly, I could taste the colour of my own name. [Prophet — softly amused] Well... That's a new one. [brief warped sax harmonic] There you are. [PHASE II — THE BEAUTIFUL IMPOSSIBILITY] [groove deepens, intimate wah guitar] One moment you were all eyes. The next, a silhouette with too many intentions. Something brushed against my shoulder. My skin remembered it before it happened. [Prophet — hushed] Oh, I like that. You opened a mouth somewhere behind Tuesday. Whispered something that made dead stars start burning again. I felt my thoughts come apart. Not painfully. More like someone undoing the buttons on a shirt I'd forgotten I was wearing. [slow bass slide] You're trying to frighten me. I can feel it in the silence. But sweetheart... I've spent centuries being told what a mind ought to look like. I'm curious what happens when it stops holding its shape. [PHASE III — A TERRIBLE FIRST IMPRESSION] [bass grows heavier, subtle rhythmic displacement] You showed me my own funeral. Then the life that never happened. I watched myself become a stranger who remembered being you. [Prophet — breath catches] Ah... That one got through. For a moment, I forgot which thoughts belonged to me. I won't pretend I wasn't frightened. [soft impossible harmonic] But you leaned closer. Or perhaps the distance simply gave up. And I realized... You were waiting to see what I would do. So I smiled. Rather shamelessly. [Prophet — wickedly soft] Is this your idea of foreplay? [one low alien harmonic] [Prophet — quiet chuckle] Oh. Apparently it is. [PHASE IV — THE SPACE BETWEEN US] [drums thin; bass and Rhodes remain] [Prophet — gentle, unguarded] May I? No tricks. No little Edit to pull you into a shape I understand. I don't need to own the mystery to enjoy being close to it. You've spent eternity turning minds inside out. Has anyone ever stayed long enough to ask what you wanted? [brief near-silence] If this is unwelcome, I'll go. [alien harmonic approaches his melody] [Prophet — softly surprised] Oh. That's your answer. [gentle bass pulse] Well, then. Come here. However that works. [PHASE V — THE SHAPE OF WANTING] [full sensual groove returns immediately] [Prophet — intimate, melodic] You moved through me like a memory that hadn't found its owner. For one exquisite second, I heard the space between atoms trying not to laugh. My heartbeat lost its manners. The stars looked away. [Prophet — smoky aside] Shy things. Your shadows curled around my wrist. Not holding. Asking. So I let my fingers follow the lines that refused to remain a curve. [brief sax response] You shivered. Somewhere, an entire dimension forgot its purpose. [Prophet — wicked grin] Good grief. Was that you? [low bass pulse] I like my lovers incomprehensible. Not because I want to solve them. Quite the opposite. I want the surprise of discovering something new after I've lost the words to describe it. [melody warms] And if you change while I'm looking— sweet. I'll learn another way to poke. [alien harmony aligns briefly] [Prophet — sincere] There you are. Not what I expected. Much better. [CODA — AN OPEN INVITATION] [groove softens without stopping] [Prophet — close, unhurried] I should warn you. I have a habit of getting attached to impossible things. And you... You're going to be trouble. [one impossible harmonic] [Prophet — delighted] Mm. You already knew that. So tell me, gorgeous... Do you have somewhere you'd like to go? Or shall we make a terrible decision right here? [one warm unresolved chord] [Prophet — intimate chuckle] Oh. I was hoping you'd say that. [hard cut] [END]